Kyra put on the clothes and immediately felt warm. Her eyes widened with amazement at how such thin fabric could protect her from the extreme cold.
As she walked out, Damon looked up at her.
'Perfect' he thought, the clothes fitting her well and revealing her figure in a way that could make any male lose control. She was more beautiful than most females he had ever seen. The clothes he had designed looked perfect on her, and his eyes flashed with a satisfied smile.
Kyra felt his gaze and blushed slightly, feeling self-conscious under his intense gaze.
Damon approached her slowly, his tall, muscular frame casting a shadow over her. He stopped just inches away, looking her up and down.
"The clothes suit you, little thing," he said, his voice low and smooth. "They bring out your beauty."
Kyra glanced down, unsure of how to respond. "Thank you," that's all she managed to say.
